Book 3 Breaking Up with
My Mate: The Alpha King’s
Daughter
Today marks the third anniversary of my relationship with Kaelen Vorn. I had told him in advance that I needed to go on a business trip to the Golden Crescent Pack today. We’d agreed to celebrate once I got back. No matter how busy we were, we’d promised each other we’d spend this special day together.
But things didn’t go as planned. At the Golden Crescent Pack airport, a group of people suddenly blocked my path and rudely escorted me to a couple dressed in extravagant attire.
The woman standing before me had hair that
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cascaded like a waterfall, wearing a dress from a luxury brand’s latest collection. Her face showed no signs of aging. She slowly reached out and took my hand, her eyes brimming with excitement and anticipation.
“Sweetheart, we’ve finally found you! Do you know how hard your father and I searched for you after you were taken by the Defector all those years ago?” Her voice caught with emotion, and tears shimmered in her eyes.
“What? I grew up in the Werewolf orphanage. Director Lyra said I was abandoned at the orphanage’s doorstep,” I stammered, stunned and unable to process what was happening.
“The blood bond never lies. If you don’t believe us, we can always do a DNA test,” the man beside her interrupted, his face stern, though his eyes were rimmed with red. “You weren’t abandoned–you were stolen by that
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wretched traitor.”
My heart skipped a beat. I was half in disbelief, but they continued to guide me to their territory. After nearly half an hour of explanation, I finally understood the truth about my origins.
My name is Selene Thorn. When I was just a cub, I was abandoned at the doorstep of the Werewolf orphanage, with nothing but a note that read “Selene Thorn” and an old blanket wrapped around me.
My father is Lucian Thorn, the most powerful Alpha King in the Southern Alliance, and the head of the Golden Crescent Pack’s vast business empire. His holdings were endless. The very company I was about to negotiate with was one of his.
My mother is Elara Moonstone, a Queen of
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equal power to my father and his childhood friend. They grew up together.
Lucian explained that before I was born, they hired a young nanny. This woman repeatedly tried to seduce my father during my mother’s pregnancy but was never successful. In her anger, she stole me when my parents were away, intending to extort a fortune from my father.
My father used every connection he had to hunt down the Defector, but before she was caught, she insisted I had already died. She claimed that after stealing me, she had thrown me into the river. Since my body was never found, my parents never believed I was dead. For over twenty years, they had continued searching for me.
“Sel, I’m so sorry we couldn’t find you sooner. You’ve suffered so much, Elara said through
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her tears, her voice trembling. “This bank card is for you–you can buy whatever you want. Look at these companies, tell Mom which one you like, and stop working for that small company. We’ve investigated your boss, and he’s been bullying you!”
I refused my mother’s offer. For Kaelen Vorn, I had to build my career at this company.
I had grown up in a remote Werewolf orphanage in the Southern Alliance, a place of poverty with only Director Lyra, the orphanage mother, and Guard Ronan, the elderly grandfather, around. Lyra spent all her savings on the orphanage, and although it was isolated, the pack would send charity supplies every year.
Later, I got into Silvermoon Crest Pack’s university, where I was the only orphan student.
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It was there that I met Kaelen, my mate.
The first time I saw him, I was working part–time at a coffee shop. Sunlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow on his handsome face, and I instantly had a crush on him. But I was always so self–conscious–after all, he was exceptional, and I was just an ordinary orphan.
Our second encounter happened during the second semester of my freshman year. I was on my way back to school when I saw a black sedan flip over. The car was smoking, oil leaking, and it looked like it could explode at any moment.
I quickly dialed for help, my heart racing as I approached the car. Inside, I saw him.
He was nearly unconscious, slumped
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against the steering wheel, his deep eyes locking onto mine, silently pleading for help.
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